Rowan's eyes drifted closed as the physical sensations finally overwhelmed him. Wren rose and fell over him, slowly at first but then faster, harder. He rolled over Rowan's body like the tide, each wave pulling Rowan deeper and deeper until he was adrift in a sea of pleasure.
Wren's breaths came in short bursts that picked up pace as he did, as if he were in danger being caught by the current of his own desire after he'd been so vocal about pleasing Rowan first. Those puffs of air made Rowan feel like the most powerful man in the world even though he wasn't doing a damn thing but enjoying it.
And he certainly was enjoying himself.
The weight of Wren's body on him, the rhythmic squeeze of his inner muscles. The caress of the silk around his arms and the vibrations of his own moans filling his gag. And Wren was hot…so hot that it stole Rowan's ability to think of anything other than how good it felt to plunge into that heat over and over again.
